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By the end of every tunnel
There is always light, they said Missing a moment I realized There were no light but a tired train I watched the driver’s finger stuck out at me in terror Holding my dear life I leaped off the bridge amidst nearest bush. Interrupted youth snorted grabbing his clothes Stuck out his finger in fury Alarmed his woman covered her chest with bony hands I ran into the busy street Tripped and missed the wheels of a cola truck Withdrawing his head inside the cabin like a turtle Driver held his finger stuck out for me Till his truck disappeared from my eyes In dismay I wondered how come "so often"? Next time I didn’t make it It was a boy so noble by looks His bicycle ran over me Rubbing his flat bottom he shot his eyes at me Then sticking out his finger at me, he cursed and hurried away Now, sticking out both middle fingers Apparently meant for nobody in particular I am melt in this crowd Floating ahead agreeing There is no light by the end of any tunnel
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